Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,366 pages of information about Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill.

Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,366 pages of information about Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill.

“You are cold,” he said, reaching for the mackintosh in the back of the trap.

“No,” she said.  But she stopped the horse and acquiesced by slipping her arms into the coat, and he felt upon his hand the caress of a stray wisp of hair at her neck.  Under a spell of thought and feeling, seemingly laid by the magic of the night, neither spoke for a space.  And then Victoria summoned her forces, and turned to him again.  Her tone bespoke the subtle intimacy that always sprang up between them, despite bars and conventions.

“I was sure you would understand why I wrote you from New York,” she said, “although I hesitated a long time before doing so.  It was very stupid of me not to realize the scruples which made you refuse to be a candidate for the governorship, and I wanted to—­to apologize.”

“It wasn’t necessary,” said Austen, “but—­I valued the note.”  The words seemed so absurdly inadequate to express his appreciation of the treasure which he carried with him, at that moment, in his pocket.  “But, really,” he added, smiling at her in the moonlight, “I must protest against your belief that I could have been an effective candidate!  I have roamed about the State, and I have made some very good friends here and there among the hill farmers, like Mr. Jenney.  Mr. Redbrook is one of these.  But it would have been absurd of me even to think of a candidacy founded on personal friendships.  I assure you,” he added, smiling, “there was no self denial in my refusal.”

She gave him an appraising glance which he found at once enchanting and disconcerting.

“You are one of those people, I think, who do not know their own value.  If I were a man, and such men as Mr. Redbrook and Mr. Jenney knew me and believed sufficiently in me and in my integrity of purpose to ask me to be their candidate” (here she hesitated an instant), “and I believed that the cause were a good one, I should not have felt justified in refusing.  That is what I meant.  I have always thought of you as a man of force and a man of action.  But I did not see—­the obstacle in your way.”

She hesitated once more, and added, with a courage which did not fail of its direct appeal, “I did not realize that you would be publicly opposing your father.  And I did not realize that you would not care to criticise —­mine.”

On the last word she faltered and glanced at his profile.

Had she gone too far?

“I felt that you would understand,” he answered.  He could not trust himself to speak further.  How much did she know?  And how much was she capable of grasping?

His reticence served only to fortify her trust—­to elevate it.  It was impossible for her not to feel something of that which was in him and crying for utterance.  She was a woman.  And if this one action had been but the holding of her coat, she would have known.  A man who could keep silent under these conditions must indeed be a rock of might and honour; and she felt sure now, with a surging of joy, that the light she had seen shining from it was the beacon of truth.  A question trembled on her lips—­the question for which she had long been gathering strength.  Whatever the outcome of this communion, she felt that there must be absolute truth between them.

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